For some people being naked is an art. For some it is torture. For some it is just something they do when changing or showering. For me though, it was a bit of everything. As I have mentioned I have experienced life on both ends of the weight spectrum and I hated my body when I was thin and I hated it when I gained weight, but it turns out what I hated was the shame and stigma I had placed on myself.
The body is beautiful. It is our vessel that we live in for this entire life, it is the very shell that houses our most precious part of our being, our Soul. It’s not always easy to take care of it, but whatever you choose to do with your body, make it a good one, because it is the only one you’ve got.
As I have mentioned in the past I was born with Tetralogy of Fallot, a congenital heart defect, which has since been repaired, but I haven’t been too kind to my body. I can easily use depression as the catalyst for my weight gain, but I can’t hide behind it, no matter what good a reason it is. Trust me, fighting your brain is not an easy task and when you’re spiraling and you think food is your only friend, even more of difficult task, but as I get these mental side things under control, I find more and more that I want to know what it is like to feel healthy again. To not be tired all of the time, or out of breath, or hold my breath while I tie my shoe.
At some point I will get this weightloss thing down, but I won’t do diets, because to me they don’t work, but I will embrace fully a lifestyle change and do my best to stick to it. I know it won’t be easy, but it also won’t be as hard as I make it every damn time I try to lose weight. Pressure, is the worst thing you can do to yourself. Making, and sticking to, a plan is the best.
So, whatever you choose to do for your body, don’t forget to take time to sit with yourself and appreciate your body. It’s yours, it’s yours to do with as you please, and it is yours to take care of.